[Milliways]: New York, New York

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus wasn't entirely sure the ring would work as a way for him to get to Steve's world, but he was going to give it a shot. If it didn't work, he'd explain it to Steve the next time they were both in the bar, and they could figure something else out.

His guitar slung across his back, Orpheus turns the ring on his finger and opens the door, pleased to find himself in Steve's apartment when he steps through.

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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Here," Steve breathes, watching him with a hungry gaze. "Here on the sofa."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus grins as he stands. "I'll be right back," he says, shucking his jeans as he goes to get the lube.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve rolls on his side to watch him go.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus is quick to return, lube in hand, and climb back onto the couch.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve moves onto his back, grinning wolfishly.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs. "It's easier from behind, lovely."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve shakes his head. "I want it face-to-face. I want to come on your stomach."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans, crawling on top of him. "Well, when you put it like that."


[ooc: Bedtime.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Thought you'd see it my way," says Steve as he puts his arms around Orpheus's neck.


[ooc: Good night!]/small>

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus settles himself on top of Steve, quickly slicking his cock.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve rubs lube inside his thighs and closes his legs.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus straddles Steve's legs to help with the angle and pushes between his thighs.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve arches up, his eyes squeezing shut, as his cock rubs against Orpheus's abdomen.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans softly as he rolls his hips.



[ooc: I only just got the notif for this. Grrr...]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pulls him down for a deep, hungry kiss.

[ooc: It's delivering slow tonight.]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus kisses him eagerly, his hips speeding up.


[ooc: Yep. Didn't get this one until this morning.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's fingers scrape the back of his neck.


[ooc: I think they were having load balancer problems last night.]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus presses close to him, rubbing his cock between their bellies.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve breathes, "Oh, oh," as his head tilts back.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus starts to thrust harder, faster, pushing against Steve's belly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve clutches Orpheus's hips, urging him on in a rough voice.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus bends to kiss him deeply.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve holds his face to kiss him back.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus grips Steve's hips, thrusts getting erratic.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"C'mon, honey," Steve whispers to him and licks his ear, "c'mon, c'mon."